Fic: Desdemona's Choice (Othello, G)
Dec. 31st, 2014 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookishwenchWritten as a Yuletide treat for Afewreelthoughts.
Desdemona's Choice
O heart of mine! Thou hast chosen most rare,
A man of strength to rival Sampson’s lot,
And yet I sigh and fill with saddest care
For though I love, the world so cruel will not.
My father dear, whose love has been to me
The best and brightest star of all my life,
Shall rage like Neptune on the roughest sea
When he finds I have become the Moor’s wife.
The love I bear my lord could not be more
Were he as pale as milk instead of black.
I shall follow him to any foreign shore
Though kin and friends together may attack.
If my choice be thought a naive whim,
They know him not. I have true faith in him.
O heart of mine! Thou hast chosen most rare,
A man of strength to rival Sampson’s lot,
And yet I sigh and fill with saddest care
For though I love, the world so cruel will not.
My father dear, whose love has been to me
The best and brightest star of all my life,
Shall rage like Neptune on the roughest sea
When he finds I have become the Moor’s wife.
The love I bear my lord could not be more
Were he as pale as milk instead of black.
I shall follow him to any foreign shore
Though kin and friends together may attack.
If my choice be thought a naive whim,
They know him not. I have true faith in him.
